Troilus and Criseyde Quotes
Troilus and Criseyde
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“Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
― Troilus and Criseyde
“the harm that’s in the world now as often comes through folly as through malice.”
― Troilus and Cressida
― Troilus and Cressida
“Woe to him who is alone, since, if he falls, he has no help to rise.”
― Troilus and Cressida
― Troilus and Cressida
“And after winter folweth grene May.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
― Troilus and Criseyde
“Go litel bok, go, litel myn tragedye,
Ther God thi makere yet, er that he dye,
So sende myght to make in som comedye!
But litel book, no makyng thow n'envie,
But subgit be to alle poesye;
And kis the steppes where as thow seest pace
Virgile, Ovide, Omer, Lucan, and Stace.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
Ther God thi makere yet, er that he dye,
So sende myght to make in som comedye!
But litel book, no makyng thow n'envie,
But subgit be to alle poesye;
And kis the steppes where as thow seest pace
Virgile, Ovide, Omer, Lucan, and Stace.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
“Go, litel bok, go, litel myn tragedye,”
― Troilus and Criseyde
― Troilus and Criseyde
“For thus men seyth, "That on thenketh the beere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
But al another thenketh his ledere.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
“Men may the wise atrenne, and naught atrede.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
― Troilus and Criseyde
“The very eyeballs in your skull look dead.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
― Troilus and Criseyde
“Ne nevere mo ne lakked hire pite;
Tendre-herted, slydynge of corage;
But trewely, I kan nat telle hire age.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
Tendre-herted, slydynge of corage;
But trewely, I kan nat telle hire age.”
― Troilus and Criseyde
“And of youre herte up casteth the visage
To thilke God that after his ymage
Yow made, and thynketh al nys but a faire
This world, that passeth soone as floures faire”
― Troilus and Criseyde
To thilke God that after his ymage
Yow made, and thynketh al nys but a faire
This world, that passeth soone as floures faire”
― Troilus and Criseyde
“Not knowing, in his misery, for the nonce,
What he was doing, he rushed away at once”
― Troilus and Criseyde
What he was doing, he rushed away at once”
― Troilus and Criseyde
